#two-fifty

[8eightinfinity]

TWO-FIFTY Mini Album

Tracklisting:  1. tomorrow 2. 蕾 3. この星のどこかで 4. このまま これから 5. 蕾 (Silent Ver.)

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TWO-FIFTY & DEEP Squad

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TWO-FIFTY

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TWO-FIFTY

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Changmin, Sungmo, and Taka (of Deep) have formed a vocal trio by the name of TWO-FIFTY and will be performing live at three dates at the end of July in Japan. For more info, visit http://hidl-dice.jp/news/1641/

[poemsbypeach]

last year, you screamed & cried told me you dreamed of killing him (and yourself). there are days i wonder if i was in those fantasies, too. (as the murderer? the prize? the body? or simply the gun, an excuse for your own terrible fury?)

two weeks ago, you called me cruel and claimed i never loved you. returned everything i ever gave you. i sobbed for hours, sitting on my secondhand couch, tasting salt & bitterness, the shame of repeated mistakes, equal parts loneliness & relief.

. . .

i loved you, i loved you. adored you at the expense of my sanity. you clenched my heart close to your own. blamed me for your emptiness, then turned around and begged me to fill you.

i was neither savior nor succubus - simply your obsession. a woman, too human for your taste.

i gave up my dignity, integrity, my best friend, my oldest dreams because my only other choice was to give you up instead, and i didn't believe i could survive without you.

this was my fault, not yours: fist-shaped words flew from your lips, bruising me, destroying me, and still i stayed. still i hoped that you would grant me forgiveness for my past, my sorrow. i thought you could be my forever, my hero.

i put you on a pedestal, one you could never survive. of course you broke my heart.

of course.

Peach, of course

[poemsbypeach]

i started leaving on a cold december night scarcely a week before christmas while he clung to me and spat on me by turns.

it took eight agonizing months characterized by fights, reconciliations, and false apologies before i understood what was happening.

but i understand what was happening: we were tearing each other into bite-sized pieces, preparing for god-knows-what, screaming with ever more ferocity, resentment we insisted was love.

the fault could be assigned to either of us. him, for being unable to love me gently; or me, for never knowing what i wanted.

one thing alone i know is true: all this disaster can be traced back to one night, cold and lonely, in december of last year.

Peach, i started leaving last december